[Trae]
Mauri gators on my toes, so my kick game sick
You in anything less, you better put em up quick
See me balling through the hood, like I hit another lick
I had to tell em I'm the truth, all the rest riding dick
Niggas better get they grown man on, fucking with me
If they see a nigga strut, it ain't nothing less than a G
See I roam around the block, like I'm looking for a ho
Yeah I'm posted in the drop, on a nice amount of chrome
Boys got me wrong, I'm still king on the throne
Sponsored by the hood, so it's swangas when I roam
Sitting in my zone, with five on my waist
If they looking drop the top, so these haters see my face
I'm back with a bad attitude, niggas be acting gay
I'm bout to put em on they pussy, for fucking with Mr. Trae
I should of signed with Dr. Dre, cause I'm a A.W.A
A Asshole With a Attitude, bitch what you say
Jump up, boys'll get thrashed
Pop my trunk, when certified trash
On a nigga ass, I lean so fast
Fucking with the streets, you get broke like glass
Shit don't stop, I mob off top
Plus my lil' brother, just hit the cell block
My mind half gone, I dont hit another zone
I advise motherfuckers, leave me alone
Flipping my slab, gripping my grain
Missing Big H.A.W.K., so my trunk banging "Swang"
I do it for the hood, ain't shit gon change
Plus my wrist game, threw haters out of range
I use to be broke, now they say I look strange
Prolly cause my do's flying up, like planes
Nigga, Lil' Trae don't play no games
I'm a P-I-M-P, full speed through your dame
I'm loved by blue, and my niggas in the flame
These niggas better chill, I'm the Truth in the game
Leather cocaine, so you know it's white mayn
If you want me on a song, get the price right mayn
Keep yelling my name, I'll put it on your brain
I'm the leader of the gang, read the A.B.N. chain

[Boss]
Slumping the corner in my coupe cocked, going up the block
Got it soft to rock, plus my shit hot
One hop straight to the street top, plus my beat knock
H.P.D.'s on a G's cock, nigga please stop
Got a ticket for throwing away a ticket, when they stopped me
Punching it is gold, on my old school Galoppi
Who gon block me, watch for the paparazzi who gon pop me
I'm posted with my switchbox, now who the fuck gon hop me
I try to keep it bread up, and handle niggas head up
They asked who put the slash in the block, them niggas said us
I'm hopping out the black Lac again, same black mack again
In the same, black backpack again
I'mma show ya, I'm a Hoover with a ruger
The hollow points I'm packing, might slide right through ya
Maneuver the scene, I'm in a all black Cougar
Straight face up in court, like a nigga never knew ya
Point blank to your face, before you scream halleluya
Got the fever of the flavor, so a nigga gotta do ya
Coming through your window, looking like McGyver to ya
Made plans for the mob, but it seems you dying sooner
So I stay's in your head, kinda like a mind tumor
'Fore a nigga rip off, like a out of line rumor
Bitch say she fucked Boss, but I never ran through ya
Bitch mad, cause her coochie hole smell like old tuna
I know this beat old, might sound old to ya
But it's picked out by Trae, Grey, Boss and the Junior
Certified gangsta, slash certified shooter
Plus the paint on the whip, like the water in laguna
I took another trip, to go and buy another puma
Threw her in a Chevrolet, and sent that bitch to the groomer

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